~ Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
I shot an arrow into the air,
It fell to earth, I knew not where;
For, so swiftly it flew, the sight
Could not follow it in its flight.
I breathed a song into the air,
It feel to earth, I knew not where;
For who has sight so keen and strong,
That it can follow the flight of song?
Long, long afterward, in an oak
I found the arrow, still unbroke;
And the song, from beginning to end,
I found again in the heart of a friend.
Last day of the first week back at school. Things are better on the teacher front. The despondency has been replaced with resignation and acceptance, plus a modest concession that all might not be as bad as it seems. You never know where the arrow might fall.
